Chapter 243 Missionary
Ling Shuo stood at the corner of the study floor, pacing back and forth nervously.
He shouldn't have told Lu Qian that Cheng Yi was in the study, as he knew Vanessa was also there.
But... at that time, he didn't have the brain to figure out how to make up a lie.
"Oh..." He scratched his head in frustration and sighed.
Seeing Lu Qian finally come out of the study, he hurried forward and hesitantly explained: "Lu Qian, don't misunderstand, the head of the family..."
Lu Qian looked up at the flustered Ling Shuo and asked directly, "Has your boss been close to Vanessa recently?"
“…”
Ling Shuo was confused, not knowing how to answer. He wasn't good at lying...
When Lu Qian saw Ling Shuo's expression, he had a rough idea in his mind.
Ling Shuo looked at Lu Qian's half-closed eyes and quickly waved his hands, his tone higher than before: "Lu Qian, don't misunderstand! Don't misunderstand! The boss is not that kind of person! Really! The boss..."
Ling Shuo didn't know how to explain or how to comfort her, and he didn't dare to say too much for fear of saying something wrong.
"oops……"
He raised his hand and scratched his hair hard, making his head look like a chicken coop.
Lu Qian forced a smile at him, "It's okay, I understand."
Ling Shuo blinked and asked sincerely, "Really?"
Lu Qian patted his shoulder and passed by him with a smile.
Ling Shuo looked at Lu Qian's departing back and scratched his head in confusion. He didn't know what he wanted to say. How could Lu Qian understand?
Lu Qian wanted to go out for a walk, but she suddenly found that she had nowhere to go.
After wandering around in the car, we finally arrived at the Milan Cathedral.
Today is the appointed Sunday, and the church choir will sing religious music on time at ten o'clock in the morning and three o'clock in the afternoon.
But it’s a pity that Lu Qian arrived at the right time and missed both games.
Unconsciously, she stopped in front of the "Flayed Bartholomew" again. This statue seemed to have a strange magic to her.
"Have you been unhappy more often recently?"
That elegant and cheerful voice sounded again.
Lu Qian turned to look at Louis, "I also want to ask you, aren't you a doctor? Don't you have to do research every day?"
I can see him every time I come here. Lu Qian thinks that he is not volunteering at Milan Cathedral, but at the medical school?
"Of course I have researched it." Louis shrugged calmly.
But this time it was not because he had completed the research, but because he was determined to avoid the research. He even moved his bedding to the staff lounge of the cathedral and threw away his mobile phone card so that his tutor could not find it.
Lu Qian didn't ask any more questions. He looked up at the sculpture in front of him and said, "Tell me more about Bartholomew's story."
"This is the third time, Miss Lu doesn't have a very good memory."
Louis made a joke, but still followed Lu Qian's instructions and told her the story of St. Bartholomew's martyrdom again.
"Okay, in return for my explanation, tell me why you are unhappy."
Louis withdrew his gaze from the statue and turned to look at Lu Qian.
Lu Qian frowned, "Is this considered a reward?"
This is the first time I heard that being complained to by others is considered a reward.
Louis looked at Lu Qian as if it was a matter of course, his tone full of pride: "Didn't I say it before? The fact that the lady is willing to confide in me is the greatest affirmation of me, and of course it is a reward."
Lu Qian took a deep breath and walked away in the opposite direction of the sculpture.
"It's nothing special, it's just that I'm a very thoughtful person and I think a lot."
Louis followed with brisk steps, "It's still because of that man last time. In fact, you can talk to me. After leaving this cathedral, we are just two strangers."
Lu Qian smiled and said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that there's really nothing to say."
Actually, if you think about it carefully, nothing really happened, right? This makes it seem like she's being pretentious.
Louis raised his eyebrows and tactfully changed the subject: "Do you believe in any religion?"
Lu Qian shook his head, "I don't believe it."
Louis was a little confused, "But you seem very interested in these."
Lu Qian replied silently, "I'm just a little curious about what kind of magical thing religion is that can give people such strong faith and power."
"That's not the case." Louis smiled and shook his head.
Lu Qian was startled by Louis's denial and turned to look at him, "What do you mean?"
Louis took out an exquisite cross necklace from his pocket, placed it in the palm of his hand, spread out his slender fingers, and handed it to Lu Qian.
He leaned forward slightly and gave Lu Qian a polite smile.
“The truly powerful faith is not given by religion, and the truly magical thing is not religion, but human beings themselves.”
Lu Qian was slightly startled, firstly because of Louis' words, and secondly because of the necklace he handed to her.
Louis' words were very wise. Whether it was religion or belief, talent was the root, and Lu Qian also believed so.
It’s just that when someone else says what you think, there is always a strange sense of pleasure and satisfaction.
She glanced at the necklace in Louis's hand and then at his face.
"What do you mean?" Lu Qian tilted his head.
Louis had no intention of taking it back, but shook his palm and pushed the necklace towards Lu Qian again.
"Isn't it obvious? It's for you."
Lu Qian wanted to refuse: "Why would you give me jewelry for no reason?"
"No, no, no, this is not jewelry," Louis shook his head decisively, "This is faith."
"Although Miss Lu is not religious, if one can grasp a guiding object from God when one is lost, it would be much better than groping in the fog alone."
Lu Qian raised his eyebrows, looking bewildered. "You look like a missionary."
Louis thought for a moment and replied, "Actually, I'm not religious either, so I guess that doesn't make me a missionary. So don't feel pressured. Just think of it as a souvenir."
After hearing what Louis said, the stone in Lu Qian's heart seemed to have really been lifted.
She reached out and was about to take the cross from Louis's hand.
"Thanks……"
Before he could say thank you, Louis dodged and moved behind Lu Qian.
"Huh? What are you doing?" Lu Qian was about to turn around in a panic.
Louis lifted Lu Qian's long hair and said, "I'll put it on you."
Lu Qian was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously wanted to hide, "No... no need!"
"Don't move, it's bad if your hair gets caught."
There was a hint of warning in Louis' gentle voice, which made Lu Qian's hair stand on end.
Just as Louis's hand was about to reach around Lu Qian's neck, a cold and low voice suddenly exploded in the distance.
"What are you two doing?!"
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